Walt enjoying Peter Pan’s Flight…
You can’t not enjoy Peter Pan’s flight. I went on it in January and told the nice man helping me out of the ship at the end of the ride that I enjoyed it just as much as I did fifty something years ago. I love flying over nighttime London the best. —Heather Tinkerbell
Mickey and Minnie with Snow White. -h
Ain’t he charming?
No argument from me! I love you, Walter E Disney! —Heather Tinkerbell
Your blog has now officially been signed by the amazing Walt Disney.
You’re welcome.
Thank you so much! I needed this! —Heather Tinkerbell
Happy birthday, Mr. Disney. Your eleventyfirst.
I hope they have trains in heaven—you loved them so much. —Heather
December 5, Walter Elias Disney’s 111th birthday.
Today marks the birthday of an incredible man. Walter Elias Disney. Today is the day that magic was truly brought to the world. The day that would eventually change all of our lives and so many others. I’m one of millions who are beyond grateful for Walt. He added magic and hope to my childhood along with teaching me many life lessons. To this day I still learn lessons from Disney, regardless of age I know I always will. Walt’s successions, movies and even Disneyland itself has had such an impact on me and it has changed, also altered so much of my life. Disney is the first thing I go to when i’m down, the stories in the movies, the songs and walking down Main Street will always put a smile on my face. I speak for us all when I say Happy 111th Birthday Walt, you will forever live on.
Thank you for everything.
Reblogging for my hero / my idol/ my everything. You gave us so much Mr. Disney!!!! I love you! —Heather
Walt walking through Disneyland.
I would have loved to have walked through Disneyland with Walt Disney and thanked him for all the great rides and attractions, and would have loved to tell him what I loved about them. Imagine little me sitting on Walt’s lap, riding down main street on the trolley, or meandering through the jungles of Adventureland on those noisy, smelly jungle boats! Oh, or my favourite in the old park, the Storybook Land Canal Boats!!! —Heather
I can dream.
Ergo…
There’s a interesting story/rumor about Snow White’s wishing well. Back in 1987 Adriana Caselotti (Snow’s voice over artist) was called back to record the echo in the well because she sounded just as she did some fifty years earlier. However, on the day of the recording Adriana couldn’t hit the high notes. She asked the men in the studio for some help because she feared that she would be replaced. Supposedly, Adriana looked up and said, “Mr. Disney, if you are up there, please help me find Snow White’s voice.” They offered her one more take and that’s what we hear today —Adriana’s perfect recording of “I’m Wishing”.
Walt Disney continues to make magic to this very day!
Ub Iwerks and Walt Disney in the 1920s.
For years, I thought Ub Iwerks was a thing or a process (like panovision or technicolour), instead of a real person and an animation genius. I’ve never seen a picture of him this young! —Heather
![“I remember one day, [Walt] came over to my office and he just sat down with a big sigh, and he said something like, ‘Oh, Bobby, I made a mistake. I can’t pump my own gas, and I can’t go to the drugstore to get my own medicine anymore. Everybody wants an autograph. Before the television program, nobody knew me.’ The way he said it, he was truly sad that something was slipping away. I never forgot that because I felt it must be painful to not be able to do what you want anymore.
“I think Walt was always very aware that, to a lot of people, he was kind of a god-like figure, but from a practical standpoint, when you’re working with people and you’re communicating with them, you’ve got to have a natural ease with that communication. We were visiting Westinghouse in Pittsburgh, and Don Burnham, the chairman of the board of Westinghouse at the time—the key figure in Westinghouse—met Walt—the key figure in Walt Disney Productions—at a cocktail hour. I noticed that Don Burnham’s lower lip began to quiver and he was having a hard time talking, the closer that Walt got to him. Walt would deliberately do things, little motions, like loosening his tie and making his clothes kind of askew so that you felt kind of friendly, he was more approachable figure. I saw this all the time. He would take a few minutes to calm everybody else down, that it’s okay, it’s only me, and these are ideas, and we want to talk about them.
“He had a little funny porkpie type of hat that he would stuff in a side pocket and when we’d go outside of a building to look at some equipment, he’d pick this little hat up and simply plop it on his head and not even rearrange it. Wherever it hit, that was it and I think that, in combination with keeping his tie sort of askew, always made him look sort of semi-ratty and I think that was the signal that he was subtly sending to everybody that, yeah, I might be Walt Disney, but I’m really an easy guy to talk to.”
— Bob Gurr, Imagineer
If I’d ever gotten to meet him I’d have either been so scared my knees would have been jelly, and I’d have been too petrified to speak, or I’d have been all Chatty Cathy and would have bent his ear off until he had to make excuses and run for the exits. It’s too close to call, really, —Heather](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6ndw4nnPJ1rrx3ojo1_500.jpg)
“I remember one day, [Walt] came over to my office and he just sat down with a big sigh, and he said something like, ‘Oh, Bobby, I made a mistake. I can’t pump my own gas, and I can’t go to the drugstore to get my own medicine anymore. Everybody wants an autograph. Before the television program, nobody knew me.’ The way he said it, he was truly sad that something was slipping away. I never forgot that because I felt it must be painful to not be able to do what you want anymore.
“I think Walt was always very aware that, to a lot of people, he was kind of a god-like figure, but from a practical standpoint, when you’re working with people and you’re communicating with them, you’ve got to have a natural ease with that communication. We were visiting Westinghouse in Pittsburgh, and Don Burnham, the chairman of the board of Westinghouse at the time—the key figure in Westinghouse—met Walt—the key figure in Walt Disney Productions—at a cocktail hour. I noticed that Don Burnham’s lower lip began to quiver and he was having a hard time talking, the closer that Walt got to him. Walt would deliberately do things, little motions, like loosening his tie and making his clothes kind of askew so that you felt kind of friendly, he was more approachable figure. I saw this all the time. He would take a few minutes to calm everybody else down, that it’s okay, it’s only me, and these are ideas, and we want to talk about them.
“He had a little funny porkpie type of hat that he would stuff in a side pocket and when we’d go outside of a building to look at some equipment, he’d pick this little hat up and simply plop it on his head and not even rearrange it. Wherever it hit, that was it and I think that, in combination with keeping his tie sort of askew, always made him look sort of semi-ratty and I think that was the signal that he was subtly sending to everybody that, yeah, I might be Walt Disney, but I’m really an easy guy to talk to.”
— Bob Gurr, Imagineer
If I’d ever gotten to meet him I’d have either been so scared my knees would have been jelly, and I’d have been too petrified to speak, or I’d have been all Chatty Cathy and would have bent his ear off until he had to make excuses and run for the exits. It’s too close to call, really, —Heather
Prehistoric plushies with our heroes: Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse!
The Man behind the magic.
I love you Walter E. Disney!!! You changed my life and made me a better pixie! —Heather Tinkerbell
Here’s my membership certificate!
I redacted my last name, although I don’t know what good it would do any stalker to have my maiden name. I’ve had so many names.
I think I’ll stick with Tinkerbell.
(When I met my bff Robyn, I was “Heather”—but that’s a long story. **giggle** (It was a r/p).
This page with my certificate is from one of my marathon scrapbooks. Which give me an idea.
Mr. Walter Disney, you changed my life in such a good way. Thank you for allowing a little girl to dream, and a big girl to keep on dreaming.
I love you, SIr.
